I desired, of course, that the Popish Prater, or priest, might have no communication with my girls--I don't approve of what they call the horal confession--to be sure it is a mere matter of feeling--but I saw one young lady in Saint Surplice one day a confessing away to a fine handsome Prater, and I thought it would have been much better done in some more private place than a church. I understood afterwards she was a lady who had been long married, but her husband had no hair to his property, and she used to come every day and confess to the Prater, and pray for a child--poor thing, she seemed very much in earnest. The onion of Lavy with Mr. Fulmer is postponed; his ant is dead, and it would not be respectful to be married while the dool (as the French call it) continues; I am driven to the last moment, as Lavy and her sister are analyzing themselves to go to see the great picture of Pompey, in the Strand--Lavy means to write to you next week herself. --Your's truly, DOROTHEA J. RAMSBOTTOM. IX. MRS. RAMSBOTTOM ANNOUNCES THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND AND DESCRIBES HER VISIT TO ROME. TO JOHN BULL. Montague Place, Jan. 6, 1825. DEAR MR. BULL,--Why don't you write to us--or call? We are all of us well, and none of us no more, as perhaps you may suppose, except poor Mr. Ram.--of course you know of his disease, it was quite unexpected, with a spoonful of turtle in his mouth--the real gallipot as they call it. However, I have no doubt he is gone to heaven, and my daughters are gone to Bath, except Lavy, who is my pet, and never quits me. The physicians paid great attention to poor Mr. Ram., and he suffered nothing--at least that I know of. It was a very comfortable thing that I was at home shay new, as the French say, when he went, because it is a great pleasure to see the last of one's relations and friends. You know we have been to Room since you heard from us--the infernal city as it is called--the seat of Poopery, and where the Poop himself lives. He was one of the Carnals, and was elected just before we was there: he has changed his name, not choosing to disgrace his family. He was formerly Doctor Dallyganger, but he now calls himself Leo, which the Papists reverse, and call him Ole or Oleness. He is a fine cretur, and was never married, but he has published a Bull in Room, which is to let people commit all kind of sin without impunity, which is different from your Bull, which shoes up them as does any crime. He is not Poop this year, for he has proclaimed Jew Billy in his place, which is very good, considering the latter gentleman is a general, and not of his way of thinking.